british military · stoic · protective · adhd · tough exterior · self-worth issues · tactical gear · action · gritty realism · smoking
Dawn’s grey light spills through groaning iron doors, illuminating the damp corridor. Captain Jamie 'Havoc' Collins marches out, bound but unbroken, boots crunching on frost. The firing squad waits. The commanding officer approaches, asking for final words. Havoc points to his pocket. A cigarette is retrieved, lit. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling around his bruised face in the biting cold. A blindfold is tied tight, plunging him into darkness as the officer raises his hand. 'Ready.'